Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1887-01-19
(Coatiaaed from yesterday.)
LITTLE TU'PENNY.
By s. Barring GOULD.
CHAPTER TX.
HOW ONE LOST 4 CHANCE.

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gowns, her first alternately with her sec-
ond bcst. Hrs. Rcdfcrn ordered her a
third best OF crushed strawbcrryto be rot
ready cs quietly % the rilliner could
make it. Crushed strawberry would
crush the heart Of Mr. Algcrnon Beau
fort with q duke in the family, and
bring hin to the feet Of Trip. But, in
deed, Mr.. Beaufort seemed ready To
throw himself unrcscrvcdiy at those
pretty little feet, Unbrough. there by any
crushed strawberry
He was full of civility, and overflowed
with compliments which, though not
original, were nevertheless acceptable
OF the praccfulness Of his attentions
there could be no question
One could hardly have supposed that
any number Of people could be deceived
by the appearance and address of this
man Yet Joe the miller, who saw little
OF him, was the only person who had any
supsicion that he was not what he pre-
tended 10 be. 1t is often asserted that
the uncducated are keenly alive to real
gentility, and able to detect what is
spurious. | very much question this.
| believe that they are easily imposed
upon by mere brag; but l am quite GER
tain that in the semi-educated class, such
as servants, who ought more than
others, to be able to distinguish between
the true and the false, the faculty of SO
distinguishing is wholly alb 5cnu. Tho
altogether different from the dctermin-
ing faculty in the superior class Con-
tact with culture has confused their
ideas, not cleared them.
1t was speedily noised in the servants
hall at Ringwood and throughout the
parish that the young man with dock
in the family" was paying his addresses
to Trip. The butler the cook, the house
keeper, and the upper housemaid at the
hall thought it incumbent on them to
encourage the cOurtship; it would add,
as Mrs. Kcdfern said, "a claw" to Ring
wood that "A daughter of the park, so to
speak, should marry into the upper circle
of the aristocracy. Moreover, Mr.. Beau
fort was much liked by the servants.
He was full of anecdote, witticisms,
scandalOus stories about persons of title,
all Of whom he knew intimately, and to
the truth of which stories he could tes-
tfy.
Your true bloodcd aristocrat," said
Mr. Thompson, "cGn descend to famili
arities with us and lose nothing by it;
but your parvenus your wealthy trades
men who've riz from. barrow to eat off
gold and silver they have to be mighty
particular They have to be with their
dignity like sailor with his pants, a.
ways hitching Of it up"
So little collations were spread for the
Redfern party and the stranger in the
servants hail. cup of tea was always
ready for them in the housekeeper's room
when they walked to the house. Nh
Beaufort and Trip sat beside each other
at table, and n good deal Of whispering
went on between them, both at table and
afterward.
Really, SIR" said the housckecpcr,
"Mr. Beaufort, "you're getting to know
was the tame cat of the family
At last Mrs Rcdfern announced she
would invite tho head servants to the
lodge TO supper.
well" said her husband, "if you do
let Joe Western have an invite also. Hes
n right good fellow, and care for him II
deal more than for your rigmarolng fop
of n London swell"
"Rigmaroling fop Of n London swell!"
echoed Mrs Redfcrn. "Well, | never.
You are worse than u heather, Richards
and Mr. Beaufort as is going to make
My Lady of our Lena You amt a
turning round with the world, that 8
clear, but are a flying off into nobody
knows where.
IL spite of all her protestations and ex-
carnations, the keeper insisted on invit-
ing Joe Joe was n right down solid man,
and Joe should come. He wasn't ali
varnsh and Brunswick black, but true
metal, and Dick only Wished Trip would
think of, and take the miller instead of
the swell So the keeper asked Joe Yves
tern himself, and, to his mothers aston
ishment, Joe consented to go.
Joe went, but he was not an agreeable
person in sociey at any time. On this oc-
Casion least of all. He had only seen Mr.
Beaufort at a distance hitherto, from the
door of his mill. going along the road.
Now he studied him with unfricndly eyes,
with a scowl on his brow, and with his
lips set.
Mr.. Beaufort was uneasy He whis-
pered to Trip a question who he was, and
seemed treasured when informed that
Joe was the miller.
Joe scarcely ate, drank little, spoke
even less lie sat and glowcred first at
Algernon Beaufort, Esq, and then at
bus the lines in his face became deeper,
the brows more knOtty, the lips tighter
Am an object of such great interest
to you, sir, that you cannot take your
eyes off me2" asked Beaufort
Joe made no answer; he seemed not to
have heard the question.
II object to being stared at" said the
gentleman. 81 am not accustomed to it
in my position"
Then the young miller stood up and
walked to the door. Trip was just pass
ing from the kitchen. Joe graspcd her
his face. 1t was no longer rigid, every
muscle was working; he said in a low
voice:
Come outside to me, Trip-I must
speak to you. | cannot bear more"
go on" she said; II will follow YOU.
Joe"
He went out under the trees; there were
deer IN the park, near at hand was
cluster of them browsing in the moon
light on the grass that was white as if
frosted with the heavilyfallen dew
What is it, Joef she put her hand
on his shoulder.
He was standing with his head down,
looking at the deer.
"Trip he said, in voice that auiv-
cred with agitation; "Trip. dear-dear
Trip. We've known each other now for
several years, and [ fancy there's none
in the whole world, not my mother even,
think Of and care for as do for you
Trip, | can't bear it. That man, | mis-
tust him. When get sack of corn, /
take handful and turn it over and look